TrainNut wrote:
I did not write this but thought it was good.
A Michigan poem
It's winter in Michigan
And the gentle breezes blow.
Seventy miles an hour,
At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love Michigan
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Michigan
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!
Author unknown
Pretty much sums up the Keweenaw Peninsula in the western U.P. this year